The (Un) Mr. Lukcy. Winter

Chapter 49

Zehan turned his head towards Zesya's room, making sure his son had entered his room. Hasya is back. It feels like it is being mixed right now.

"Yes,, "

"Hm"

"You have a heart?"

"What do you mean, sir?" Zehan glared at Hasya with an astonished look.

"Zesya ! What again??"

"Zesya is fine."

"7 years ! 7 Years I've been looking for you, and all that time you've been hiding Zesya's whereabouts from me ! From her father !"

"It's wrong sir why you can find us now" Hasya replied.

"I also just found out that I was pregnant when I just 1 week left the host house"

"O Lord Hasiah !!" Zehan slammed his b*kong into the sofa, then he rubbed his frustrated face and hair violently.

"Who knows about Zesya besides Nyuwan?!"

"No, the tea Nayuwan also know not long ago, pas Zesya want to enter Kindergarten, because I need a deed for his administration."

" The woman is really smart, she is able to do everything she can to keep Hasya's hideout from being exposed, until - until she shuts down access to Hasya to keep it out of my men's custody, it's only fitting that for the last 7 years he hasn't done too much striking movement." - inner Zehan. The atmosphere returned silent in awkwardness. Each was immersed in his own thoughts.

(While Bayuwan "Hatchiihh !! sniffs.. Ha.. haatchih !! Who the hell is talking about me Ha haatcciihh !!" )

Hasya glanced at the clock on the wall, did not feel it was going to be 04.10 pm, Hasya then moved from his seat to the ablution place.

"Where are you going?"

"Master didn't see what time? I haven't prayed ashar yet, the debate is postponed!"

"We pray with Sya" asked Zehan in a soft voice, Hasya only glanced at a glance without answering, Zehan then followed Hasya to take ablution water beside the room, hasya is dedicated to the little prayer there.

"Zesya. has prayed Ashar has not son, if not yet come worship with mama" exclaimed Hasya. Shortly thereafter Zesya came out complete with his cockroach shirt as he was also preparing to teach at the big mosque at magrib hour later.

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Three nights passed, and during that time Zehan lived in Zesya's house. Hasya could not resist it because of Zesya's whimper of course. With the threat he will follow his father if Zehan is not allowed to stay with them for a few days. That of course made the neighbors whisper a little rowdy because everyone knew that all this time Hasya only lived with her child. Although there is ART but always go home after the next day, because their homes are also close to only 3 houses are the same.

That night, Hasya was casually reading an agricultural magazine while watching Zehan who was helping Zesya memorize multiplication and some actual formulas for 3rd graders. But Zesya just had fun and even really enjoyed learning while playing with his father. Hasya was grateful that Zesya was finally able to get together with her father, even though she could not accept and forgive Zehan completely. He was still too afraid that Zehan would be as ignorant, cold, insensitive and a crisis of confidence as he once was, looking only for loneliness not because Zehan needed himself as his life companion. And considering her a wife is not just a mere complacent lust. Sometimes he smiled when he saw the excitement of Zehan and Zesya.

But not for how long the calmness of his house was disturbed by the knocking of the door that was heard to riot. "Tok tok" the front door was again knocked by an impatient knock, Bi Rani turned to Hasya who was also looking at her, Bi Rani, then he also moved from his position watching tivi after making sure that the door of their house was right being digedor-ganged rough. A moment later he came back in a hurry.

"Who's bi ?" hasya asked confusedly as she approached her ART with an anxious look, like a frightened person.

"Huh?? Mr RT? What's up, huh?" Hasya was a bit surprised then glanced at Zehan and Zesya who were listening. Bi Rani then shook her head.

"Anu, man,.. Maybe it has something to do with you, mom"

"Huh?" Hasya who was still confused immediately closed the magazine and then turned to Zehan who also showed a look of astonishment, why suddenly it was as if they were being segregated by residents.

Hasya put on her home sandals headed to the living room to see RT sir and some residents were followed by Zehan Zesya who also became curious about the situation.

"Eh Assalamualaikum pak RT"

"Assaalamualaikum bu Lia" said Mr. RT when he saw Hasya coming out of the house. Mr. RT and some men there for a moment were hypnotized, amazed to see Hasyan welcoming them. It is not a matter of them behaving so the reason is of course when Hasya's beauty is indeed very charming even though it is not wearing makeup.

"Greetings, ma'am, tumben, sorry what's wrong ? Night-night to my house?" greet Hasya kindly while greeting some residents who are standing on the porch of the house while others wait outside the terrace as if on standby. Mr. RT and the others seemed to re-awaken from their space.

"Hmm. Look ma'am, we need a minute. May we ask Lia's mother's rest for a while" said Mr. RT a little awkward fear of his privation caught.

"hmmm so let's go in first sir"

"Here alone ma'am, let it be more open, right if inside can only be a few who can come in ma'am," refused Mr. RT.

"Yes, please sit down, sir."

"Bi, please get me a drink huh" Hasya exclaimed a little screamed.

"So what's the matter, sir?" asked Hasya with a look on her face with the current situation.

"Sorry ma'am, we're having these nights interrupting mom and family's break. It's just, I get reports that some of these malak mother put a foreign man into the mother's house and also reportedly even always stay at the mother's house."

"Oh my goodness, man,.. Kirain what's up, until I'm surprised sir, why is there a rame-rame like this malem-malem"

"Yes ma'am, we're also sorry if we came this way. But yes it is, just want to convey the strangeness of the restless citizens just ma'am. We as citizens must remain vigilant against citizens who are not residents of this village. We're just worried, because everyone knows this mother is just alone with Zesya . So we kind of like ma'am, even though we know the habits of the city people are the same village people are different about the freedom of the mother"

"mmmmm.. For a moment, ma'am, I call the source of the problem maybe yes, let it be clear" said Hasya still smiling kindly. Although some of the mothers are already julid gossiping with the typical chirping of gibbah mothers who gather at the vegetable maker.

A little while later Hasya pulled Zehan's arm which stood behind the wall followed by Zesya who seemed not to want to be far from his father.

"Eekehmm mmh so like this, First I want to apologize first to your father and mother, if indeed maybe I have made a little noise or inconvenience in this place. For RT sir especially for the residents who live close to where I live. My mistake ..." Hasya glanced at the silent Zehan I noticed the citizens who were also looking at him suspiciously.

"the mistake of having soiled this village with zina, right? basic gatel !!" exclaims a mother-mom. Zehan and Zesya stared intently at the mother who was from the clip. Boro-boro makes it delicious, just say hello Hasya still avoids it Zehan thought.

"I'm sorry it's not like that, it's a khilaf, precisely forgot to report to your father and mother. I also forgot to ask Bi Rani for the same report RT sir. " Hasya kept trying to calm down and smiled kindly.

"It's customary if it's raided like this, it must be a lot of alesan, well it turns out that his mothers are mistresses"

"Ih seremnya geulis-geulis pelakor" other sedition. Hasya intended to continue her sentence but Zehan held her back and shook her head slowly to Hasya, not to continue his defense. Hasyapun finally quietly waited for blasphemy against him to subside first. Zehan who was usually suddenly his face turned very scary when he heard some insults on his wife. Hasya was standing while looking down behind her right side hugging Zesya who also threw a sharp gaze at the citizens.

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